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Premium Member Let It Be Told

Visions and dreams
what does it mean
I'm open hearted I'm open hearted;
just getting started;
with the truth of this world;
let it be told;
post the bail;
land in jail;
what's for sale;
doesn't matter anymore...
cruel renditions of emotions of people are used to;
used to cruelness, what's bliss, whets this
that is what it is;
what's that why U wearing a hat;
when you don't have a head;
they've buried you deep covering you with a flag;
sinners and who dos;
what'cha mean WHOSE YOU;
armor all liken paten leather, smooth silks in aluminum;
living at the zoo;
gamble of debts you choose, but you lose;
what does it mean;
multicultural washing machines;
let it be told
the truth of the world;
not diamonds nor gold
sinners and who dos
Nay Sayers and players of blues;
you choose;
Visions and dreams
what does it mean
I'm open hearted I'm open hearted;
just getting started;
with the truth of this world;
let it be told;
post the bail;
land in jail;
what's for sale;
doesn't matter anymore...
cruel renditions of emotions of people are used to;
used to cruelness, what's bliss, what's this
that is what it is;
what's that why U wearing a hat;
when you don't have a head;
they've buried you deep covering you with a flag;
sinners and who dos;
what'cha mean WHOSE YOU;
, smooth silks in aluminum;
living at the zoo;
gamble of debts you choose, but you lose;
what does it mean;
multicultural washing machines;
let it be told
Visions and dreams
what does it mean
I'm open hearted I'm open hearted;
just getting started;
with the truth of this world;
let it be told;
Form: Ballad


Convoluted Reflections of Possibility

Convoluted Reflections of Possibility

Artistotle reflecting on the nature of man
Convoluted reflections of possibility that can 
Manifest into existence at the clapping of a hand 
And contest the resistance of what it means to take a stand

For what you believe in because it’s worth more than words 
As the form that reprieve brings can assume the absurd 
As the worn out grieving cries out to be heard 
The storm that sees things forms a lesson to be learned 

Execution of task based focus for productivity 
Revolution for the last placed locusts of ingenuity 
Elocution of the past raced moments of equanimity 
A solution for problems faced by components of volatility 

A considered position on all the formalities 
While omitted precision consumes the tonalities 
And committed decisions presume the congeniality 
As embittered revisions exhume the commonality 

Respected renditions of insight that provide profound conclusions 
Rejected derisions of dark light that contrive around confusion
Inspected omissions of stark fright that arrive at sharp protrusions 
Reflected precisions of delight that that strive to negate the art of delusions 

The might of one man propelled by absolute conviction 
The sight of a hand compelled in resolute distinction 
The bright command environmentally repelled into a mass extinction 
The light reprimand contemporarily expelled by a mute political collision 

The lines of regret upon a forlorn face crying 
The times we forget to warn the race that is lying 
The crimes beget of the forms of grace that are akin to testifying 
The sublime correct the norms in their place while the innocent are dying
Form: Rhyme

Never Again

In between the doubts and tears forms a founded thought…
scribbles on an old shipyard memo pad
tapping the inside of my skull, waking me…even though I don’t sleep,
offering a collection of dots and dashes to interpret

There are times in a man’s life when he knows he is sane…
Following the lines on an unpaved road
Crossing center without moving a muscle
Drinking from the fountain that bleeds rejoice

It is in these moments that he understands…
and removes the stupidity that has clothed him in rags
opens his eyes to what truly makes him happy,
breaks free of those past tense chains that bound him

What mattered does and what didn’t still doesn't…
When thumbing through crooked paragraphs
and finding that the phrases he thought he lost
were dangling from every crumbled page…waiting

Time does move in slug path wanderings…
Sidewalks glisten in zigzag designs 
Drying in the mid day sun as
minutes appear as miniature renditions of the future

And as this time does slowly find me…
I extend my heart in fluttering palpitations of hope
strike the match on promises that I know I can keep
attempting to quell the flames of the past by swearing…never again.

Premium Member Strings

Musical renditions
The voice in unison, together we chante
Strings play their story
In harmony fate sings along
The winds blow in from the sea
The sun runs away
We are the band of the night
With whiskey we sing and play
We are young and we are old
The night breeze carries the tunes
I may be fao, and I may be inebriated
Harps and chords, strings to be strummed
I see you stare, would you like a Rum?
You know what you want
So close your eyes
The kiss will be sweet
Tomorrow you may fly away
Tonight the strings they are all in play

String me along
Not for long
All strings fall
Naked is your deception
The strings are all gone


Notes "chante" pronouncec shante, = sing in french
Fao = ugly in Spanish

Soughtah Like This

speaking as a musicain
                                  in my concerned possition
                                       some wonder that
                                       my songs are my
                                           expressions
                                      some are renditions
                                      some take position
                                            affection
                                        and attraction
                                one questions for anwsers
                                some anwsers are guess's
                                   makes you wish you'd
                                          never asked
                             but when we are dispositioned
                                      we sought out our
                                            mission
                                     knowing we have to
                                      do better than this
                                  when it's non progressive
                                   and ll those suggestives
                                             leaves you
                                            bothered by
                                     what you don't know
                                       when you look to
                                         what matters
                            and the songs you've gthered
                                     speak there harmony 
                                         through it's song
Form: Ballad


Lost Poet

.

This desk with its scattered papers,
blotted ink and unsealed envelopes…
passages penned and tossed
in the confusion that lives and breathes in my mind…my heart

Distance frames the walls of
the addressed…since canceled 

Splintered dreams on the edges are worn,
time has shaved the moments…the places
on broken calendars swinging freely 
of lost dates scratched within the numbered boxes

Sorrow carved in the fine oak grain
by an empty pen with dulling point…dented

Poetry sits meaningless
with rhyming phrases of hope…wishes…love
begging for but a brief visit,
only to be discarded between reams of teardrop leaflets

Verses formed deep within a vacant heart,
a lonely space, emptied by the loss

I write in an absolute mist,
fog induced renditions of another’s touch, 
formulating in the same words…always the same words,
repeating in the darkness that sighs in rhythm of a flickering candle flame

Over and over,
echoing the halls of this barren heart

Shadows drain the breath
of hopeless desires…built on manicured dreams
within a world collapsing in shredded
prose, and fractured fingers, still writing

I am lost 

without her… 



10/14/16
The Poet's Ache
Greg Barden

Premium Member I Love Every One

I love everyone
Yes, all Humanity

If you're reading this I don't know you
As you read this I pray dearly for you
You're my brother, my sister
Humanity, I Love you

You don't know me
Don't know me
I love you because God made you
You're special 
God's treasure

I love Humanity

We may not ever meet
Only my words to envelop uplift and behold
Share my procurement s wording my obvious confessions
Share the cool written thoughts between me and the Lord
Upon renditions words of attrition
I love you all because you're part of God

And We Are family
Even though you don't know me I love you because God made You
You are special
You are God's treasure
Whether you read or write poetry verse
Live your life one or many of my verse

Whether you do or whether you don't
But then all of the world's calamities
I pray for you substantially
You don't know me I don't know you
And yet we're blessed because we share and read the same letters
All is so better
Hallelujah



1/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Form: Narrative

Soul friend

I met a soul friend  
And our attachment did grow 
His skill and charm, few will know 
Long distance friendship can build intense bonds
The question begged, "Why were we not friends all along ?"

He hailed from the Bay 
I resided mostly in New York 
But that time and distance 
Seemed irrelevant, in short 
Both with a dark and unforgiving past
But true friends, somehow 
Make your youth
Everlasting

One day I woke with a deep, true sadness 
That try as I may, I could not shake 
slipping again into traumatic madness
With vivid dreams I was standing at the Wake 

In my frazzled mind, the question plagued, 
Did I lose another of my Soul family ?"
As his Brothers' number was calling me 
I prayed it was only my childhood anxieties 
Waking me up from this once joyful dream 

The voice told me My friend went to rest the night Before
But Fate had other plans in store 
His insulin pump malfunctioned or ignored
And Forever left, to awaken No more 

I did think it strange that I didn't hear a word 
My birthday came and passed 
Nearly unheard
That wasnt at all like my Dear Friend 
My troubled thoughts feared familiar trend
 
He mentioned, a few times, that He felt sick 
But how was I to know he'd fail so quickly?
Are we meant to gaze upon each other's hearts,
So fleeting a time before our souls embark? 


Thoughts in my mind's eye of him in such distress
Made my next few months a blurry mess 
All that was left with was a nagging reflection
That He was truly all alone
In his final moments of objection 
In agony and reaching for help 
and only Death, the One who found him 
  
No wonder the messages came No more
No birthday wishes or songwriting lore 
No further renditions of songs on guitar
No more chatter or silly wisecracks galore
As I felt the true silence of his soul leaving shore 
Feeling misunderstood and broken apart
Another crack in a deeply wounded heart 

My conscience finally accepted 
That my friend had left
And I wonder if this life is just a cruel test
For only the strong, healthy or Chosen 
And all you're promised is this very moment 


So it's best to grab life and take all that you can
And not be afraid to allow people in 
For it's only the souls we meet along the way
That give us the strength, for a lifetime
 To stay
Form: Rhyme

Little Me

it's little me
I live in here
growing up I see
a life full of fear

how do I grow
doing this or that
how do I know
when I just fall flat

hello shorty
little blue eyed boy
you'll not make fourty
no mothers joy

the bully to beat
what do I do
join gang on the street
prejudice soon flew

it's little me
I live in here
growing up I see
a life full of fear

now an employers place
how far have I grown
being honest to their face
young tactless I am now known

it's little me
I live in here
growing up I see
a life full of fear

I stumble
I crash
I crumble
I thrash

then destiny's arrival
in the nick of time
she becomes my ALL
life's song now sublime

a couple of additions
more melodies to hear
some chorus renditions
and gone is the fear

it's little me
I live in here
grown up I see
life is not to fear

it's never too late
for something new
a lockdown fate
and a different view

something more
for little me
still not knowing the score
is rhyming insanity

it's little me
I live in here
grown up I see
we must persevere

in the tides of time
little me has now flown
just me and rhyme
in the twilight zone
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Today I Heard the Birds

Today, 

I made a choice...In the quiet stillness of my mind.

to let nothing keep me from the essence of this unique day.

Today, 

I have decided to enjoy this day for what it’s worth.

I have decided to appreciate what was already in motion, 

to create no commotion,

and silently feel my emotions. 

Today, I will not be led astray I will receive the grace

of this abundant day. I hear as I listen, 

I envision as I see. I inspire, as I speak

I appreciate as I spectate. 

The birds provide symposiums in an array of songs for my enjoyment.

Today, I have chosen to be the victor as I gather my thoughts, 

and write them to the sweetness of their

various harmonies, the birds enlighten my presence with

the symphonies, they sing as they entertain me each with his own song. 

This morning I was awakened by bird’s songs delighting me with melodies, 

I the guest of honor lend precocious ears to their cause. 

Tweeting, throaty rhapsodies calling- calling. 

Others join in with renditions that blend perfectly as the day begins. 

Next, 

the babbling of the water in the brook adds a rush to the thrush of the warbler’s song.

The sound of water fills my emptiness as it flows

magnificently

to flush the streams of my captured soul. 

Today

I become at one with nature; the water and birds have effortlessly nourished

my soul and restored my integrity so... 

Today

I have lived harmoniously without concern for whatever may come tomorrow. 

Because

Today 

the birds sing and have decided to listen intently.

Written by
Vicki Acquah

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